Where do mothers come from?

I distinctly remember the cold sensation of total inadequacy as an OB nurse wheeled me down the hall of the hospital with my baby daughter in my arms. We were being discharged. I’d changed my very first diaper less than 24 hours earlier. 
Technically, biologically, I was now a mother. 
Emotionally, mentally, spiritually … not so much.
Days stretched into weeks, and weeks stretched into months. Every time I felt like I had a grip on this journey called motherhood that darn kid went and crossed some new developmental milestone and everything changed. Nineteen months after that first visit to the maternity ward, I was back. By now I felt like I knew what I was doing. At least, I thought, I can change a diaper without the nurses having to demonstrate proper technique. 
And baby number two was a boy.
 Yep, I had to have a diapering lesson again. And we were climbing up that learning curve all over again. 
My oldest is married now. My three boys are in their teens. Do I have it all together? Am I a qualified mother yet? Um. No. Because these kids are still in a constant state of flux. And they’re all individual. Each child is like a different college course, in a different department of study.
So if it isn’t biology or years of experience that transform a woman into a mother, what is it? What is the magical transcendent ingredient that creates a mother from that dual X chromosome?
Oh, there are plenty of potential answers: love, compassion, tenderness, responsibility, devotion, support, approval, education, discipline, selflessness, etc. Each one is a wedge in the circle of truth, each one an aspect of motherhood. 
But there’s one that I believe trumps all the rest. One that isn’t always mentioned, or declared, or even acknowledged, that transforms a woman into a mother – whether the child is her biological offspring, adopted, a foster child, the friend of child, a niece or nephew, a son- or daughter-in-law, a student, a coach’s protege, or a youth pastor’s disciple. What is it? Unconditional acceptance.
Acceptance starts at conception. Accepting responsibility for the pregnancy, accepting the pain of labor, sleepless nights, and so forth. It continues after birth, accepting a child’s individual quirks and idiosyncracies. And so on, through the teen years, through the choice of college majors and dating and marriage and so on.
It’s unnatural, this kind of acceptance. Baby animals born deformed or defective, or born to mothers too young or too old, or something just born, are frequently rejected. Human babies, unfortunately, often suffer the same fate. That rules out nature. 
The capacity for motherhood has to come from the heart of God, who accepts each of His children and loves us unconditionally. Motherhood has to be yielded to.
As Mother’s Day sneaks up on me again, I find myself asking this question: Do I accept my children, each one individually, just the way they are? Or am I just waiting for them to do something different, to conform to my expectations, before I offer them that unconditional acceptance every human being craves. It’s a challenge sometimes. OK, daily. But I have to make it a priority, because if they know they are accepted, just the way they are, they’ll always be willing to come home when they need to. 
What about you? Who in your life demonstrated that kind of maternal acceptance and changed your life?
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3 thoughts on “Where do mothers come from?

  1. patti says:

    Oh, what a GREAT post! I LOVED the part about physically being a mother but not so sure about the rest.

    My mother totally exemplifies that unconditional love.

    I think you nailed it!

    Oh, did I say Happy Mother's Day?

  2. Niki Turner says:

    Patti, for me it's my mother-in-law!
    Thanks for reading, and a very HAPPY and BLESSED (and dish duty-free) Mother's Day to you, also!

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